In the Shadow of the Wolf

by In The Shadow of the Wolf (lit)

  "Please don't go."

  "Woman, you don't know what it means if I stay."

  Chapter Seven

  He was wrong about that. She knew exactly what it meant, but she could see that he was torn. "Then stay for only a little while."

  That was all the invitation he needed. With a growl, he pulled her into the spa and removed her panties, in an instant positioning her beneath him, his erection probing that part of her that wept for his possession.

  At the feel of his hard erection trapped against her belly she moaned.

  Taking advantage of her open mouth, he kissed her, plunging his tongue inside.

  Pure hunger drove her to return the kiss, their mouths devouring each other.

  He broke the kiss, leaving her panting as he trailed his lips across her delicate jaw to her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and pulling on it, moving his tongue over the shell of her ear as he breathed hotly into the crevice, sending waves of delicious heat coursing through her to gather at her weeping core.

  Clutching his shoulders tightly, she moaned as he moved lower, down her collarbone to the valley of her breasts.

  He seized a nipple gently between his teeth, making her cry out. The sound excited him. He pushed one leg between hers as he enveloped her other breast in one hand and gently massaged it as he tugged and nibbled on the taut peak enclosed in his mouth.

  His look was smoldering, questioning, when he met her eyes. He nibbled and kissed his way down the taut line of her stomach, suckling the edges of her navel as he traveled lower. Seconds later, he moved off of her.

  Sayuri squirmed in discomfort, curious as to what he was planning.

  Slowly, he circled her thighs with his hands, holding her ass level with the top of the water, and parted her legs, exposing the deep pink of her pussy to him.

  As he looked at her then leaned down, a feral growl escaped his throat.

  Sayuri was powerless to do anything but watch as his head settled between her thighs. Hot breath fanned the sensitive, secretive skin, and then his lips touched her clit. A powerful jolt of ecstasy racked her body with the intimate contact.

  He stroked her clit once with the rough pad of his tongue, and a rush of hot juices saturated her sex. She gasped at the pleasurable sensation and clutched his hair in tight fists, eyes closed, her head falling back as she arched to meet his next touch.

  He continued to stroke her clit, suckling on it ravenously, lapping at the juices of her pussy, his hands massaging her ass and thighs.

  Each stroke of his tongue pushed her to the edge, made her blood boil and her breath come in gasps. She couldn't think. She couldn't do anything but feel his mouth on her pussy.

  He thrust a thick digit inside her, and she cried out, her body bucking against his finger, wanting more. She tossed her head, not knowing how much more of this she could take but unwilling to ask him to stop.

  Then he delved his tongue into her cleft, lapping at her juices, gently rolling her clit between his fingers in smooth circles. All at once something inside of her burst, and she screamed, collapsing back against the side of the spa, panting hard, debilitating waves radiating out from her core, weakening her.

  He moved up beside her as she was riding down the high of her orgasm. He cuddled her close, nuzzling the side of her neck.

  She was unable to find her voice for a moment, and when she did, her voice was husky. "I have to say . . . that was . . . really amazing," she admitted.

  "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he said, his voice muffled from her neck.

  She felt the hardness of his erection when she shifted to her side. Immediately she knew that he hadn't achieved what she had just been given. She was rocked with guilt at the realization.

  She sat up on a spa seat and pushed him back against the side of the tub.

  He looked at her in confusion.

  "You have given me so much pleasure, the least I can do is return the favor."

  He grinned at that and lay back in compliance, casually propping his hands behind his head.

  She smiled at the change in his demeanor. She wanted to pleasure him as much as he had pleasured her. She began to touch him as he had done her. Flicking her tongue across one small, flat nipple, she was pleased to hear his breathing quicken. When she drew her nails over his chest, lightly scratching, he moaned, causing her own body to tighten in response.

  She moved further down his body, trailing her tongue and nails down his stomach until she reached his cock.

  His erection, thick and long, jutted forth proudly from a nest of dark hair.

  She had never had the chance to really examine a man's penis before and marveled at the shape of him. Looking at his cock made her body ache with renewed desire, made her pussy clench and grow hot once more. Tentatively, she wrapped a hand around the engorged base of his cock, the heat from it nearly scorching her palm.

  He moaned at her touch, spreading his legs wide for her as she eased closer.

  A tiny bead of liquid shone on the head of his cock. She lapped at it experimentally with her tongue and then began to suck on the helmeted tip, tasting him.

  He growled low in his throat in response, moving restlessly beneath her.

  She'd never sucked on a man's cock before. She had never really wanted to, had always thought that it wouldn't taste good. But, although his semen tasted a little salty, it wasn't unpleasant as she might have expected. Emboldened by his reaction to her ministrations, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock again and felt him tense all over like a coiled spring. She sucked him as she would have a popsicle, swirling her tongue over the tiny hole and around the rim.

  He bucked against her mouth, sending a surge of power to flow through her like a heady wine. In this position he was helpless against her, relying solely on her mouth. She stroked the thick length of his cock with one hand, reveling in her newly discovered power, sucking him harder and harder as she took him deeper into her mouth. When her teeth accidentally grazed him lightly, he moaned so loud it startled her.

  She smiled to herself. He liked a little danger with his sex.

  She grazed his cock with her teeth again, gently, and he bucked once more, his cock surging, pulsating.

  "Stop . . . now," he ground out through gritted teeth.

  She complied but kept her hands on him, kneading and massaging his hard flesh.

  "Yes, it feels so good," he said, groaning and shuddering in her hand, and then his semen burst forth from his cock.

  He grabbed her under her arms and pulled her on top him, cradling her close.

  "Thank you," he said softly, kissing her eyes shut and then gently brushing his lips against hers.

  Suddenly, they heard footsteps and he set her beside him in the tub. Ulrich and Faolan walked up.

  Ulrich and Faolan looked really pissed off. Torolf could tell they were even though they were busy pretending they weren't. They stripped off their clothes and joined Sayuri and Torolf in the hot tub.

  Heat began to flood Sayuri's cheeks. She didn't think they knew, or saw, what had happened between her and Torolf. If they had seen anything, surely they wouldn't have gotten into the water where they'd just had sex. With a great deal of difficulty, she tried to pretend as if nothing had happened before the other two arrived. But seconds later she spotted something unimaginable. Floating by on the rippling surface of the water was Torolf's semen. Trying to think fast, she splashed at the water, attempting to get it out of the spa tub before the other two men saw it.

  All three of the men looked at her a little strangely.

  Sayuri reddened and tried to laugh. The laugh sounded very awkward even to her own ears. "I thought I saw a bug."

  Torolf looked uncomfortable for a second and then leaned forward, scratching at his back. When he moved her panties floated from behind his back and bobbed along the surface of the water.

  Completely and utterly embarrassed now, Sayuri grabbed her panties and quickly pulled them on under the water and climbed out
, running back to her cabin as fast as she could.

  As soon as she was out of hearing distance, Ulrich glared at Torolf. "And just why wasn't she wearing her panties?" he asked in a demanding voice.

  "You know good and damn well why she wasn't wearing them," Torolf spat back.

  Ulrich made a move to throttle Torolf, but Faolan held him back.

  "So then it's official. We've all had sex with her. Now that we all have it out of our system, we all need to stay the fuck away from her," he said, his tone threatening and feral.

  Ulrich and Torolf didn't appear too happy about that.

  "You're right. It's dangerous for us to keep sleeping with her," Ulrich admitted.

  Torolf hung his head low, "Yes, it is."

  "Then it's settled," Faolan said, his words clipped, "We've all sated our beast and can now focus on trying to find a wolfen mate and stop messing around with this human."

  "Yes," Ulrich and Torolf said dejectedly in chorus.

  * * * *

  Hours later that night, Faolan crept up to Sayuri's cabin in wolf form. He wasn't far from the door when he caught a whiff of wolf. He was all too familiar with that scent. He remained still for a moment, trying to decide if the scent had lingered since Ulrich was there before or if he was in the vicinity.

  Within seconds, all of his questions were answered as Ulrich and Torolf converged on the cabin and they all discovered each other.

  What the hell are you two doing here? Faolan demanded.

  We might ask you the same thing. Ulrich said.

  Torolf didn't say anything. Instead he lunged at Ulrich's back and started a fight right outside Sayuri's door.

  Sayuri lay in bed, trying to hide under her covers from the shame and embarrassment of being caught by Faolan and Ulrich in the spa with Torolf. It wasn't that she was embarrassed that she'd had sex with him, far be it from that. He was drop dead gorgeous. It was just that she'd never imagined she would do anything like that in her life. She'd slept with two different men in two days, merely hours apart from each other. And she'd had sex with one of them out in the open, where anyone in the world could have seen them, could have watched them. It didn't bear thinking about.

  What in the world had come over her? Her troublesome thoughts were interrupted by a sound outside her door. Is that dogs? She got up out of bed and made her way over to a window in the front room of her cabin. When she looked outside she saw that there were three wolves fighting viciously outside her cabin.

  Worried that one of them was going to get itself killed in the fight, she ran over to her door and snatched it open.

  The wolves didn't even pause in their fighting when she opened the door. It was as if they didn't hear her at all.

  "Hey!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "Stop that!"

  The wolves continued to snarl and bite and tear at each other, drawing blood.

  Sayuri was horrified. She had to stop the fight. But with what? The only thing as far as the eye could see was snow.

  She reached down and packed some snow into a ball and threw it at the wolves, hitting one smack dab in the middle of its face. Immediately, all three of the wolves stopped fighting and turned to look at her.

  Sayuri gasped in surprise, covering her open mouth with one hand. She recognized them as the wolves that had stopped the horses when she had gone on a sleigh ride seconds before they turned and ran, fading into the trees.

  Faolan, Ulrich, and Torolf shifted into human form when they met up in the woods not far from Sayuri's cabin.

  "Look, we've done enough fighting," Faolan said, looking back and forth from Ulrich to Torolf.

  "Let's be reasonable about this. We all know why we came to the cabin. But I'm the alpha and I have first rights."

  "Just wait a damn minute," Ulrich and Torolf said almost in unison. They both looked at each other angrily.

  "You first," Torolf said through gritted teeth, even though it was clear he wanted to speak his mind.

  Ulrich turned back to Faolan. "That law only applies to mating and this isn't a mating. If it isn't a mating, I say Sayuri can decide which one to invite in for the night."

  Faolan thought the suggestion over for a minute and then relented.

  "Alright. We'll let it be her decision. That way we can't argue about which one makes in into her cabin. But the other two have to graciously accept her decision."

  They all set out for Sayuri's cabin again.

  Faolan knocked on the door.

  Behind him, Torolf and Ulrich started shoving each other out of the way, eager to be one of the first faces she saw.

  Finally, Torolf punched Ulrich in the side of the head.

  Ulrich returned with a punch to Torolf's stomach.

  Sayuri is confused about the knock she heard at the door. Who in the world could be that be? Before she could reach the door, the sounds of a struggle right outside reach her ears.

  She opened the door and saw Faolan holding the cuff of Ulrich's and Torolf's shirts.

  All three men looked up in unison and smiled wanly at her. An angry Faolan let the two men down abruptly into the snow and walked up to Sayuri.

  "Sayuri, there is something we need you to settle for us."

  "Yes?" Sayuri asked, completely confused as to why these three men would want to ask her anything.

  "You need to tell us which one of us you want to see tonight."

  Sayuri was sure her mouth was agape, but she couldn't help it. She was completely floored. When she'd come to the door to find them arguing, she certainly hadn't expected anything like this. None of them had really seemed that interested in her. Heat flooded her face and butterflies filled her stomach when she realized they must have been fighting over her.

  She noticed at that very moment several things about Faolan that she had failed to notice in the first few moments after he had dropped Ulrich and Torolf and leapt into her cabin.

  Rage didn't precisely, or at least not completely, describe his countenance. Instead it was equally anger and raging desire.

  His whole body was shaking, his breath coming in hard ragged bursts. He was obviously in the grips of conflicting emotions a lot stronger and more chaotic than just anger.

  A split second later Ulrich plastered his mouth over hers and totally annihilated all brain function.

  There wasn't time for fear to surface above her own desires and dampen them. She felt the pressure of his mouth over hers, felt the heat and desire of his infinitely welcome adhesion take control of her senses with the force of an explosion as his tongue raked over hers possessively, inundating her senses with the heady taste and scent that was only his. Full-blown arousal consumed her at the same instant. Almost immediately her entire body lost all muscle function. If he hadn't been holding her in his arms she would have melted into a puddle at his feet.

  Everything inside of her opened fully to him, blossomed into readiness, without a murmur of protest or any coyness.

  The ripping sound and pull against her shirt as it was torn, exposing her breasts, penetrated her addled mind only seconds before she felt Ulrich's hand close over one breast, kneading it. With a great deal of effort, she opened her heavy lidded eyes as he broke the kiss to look down at her breasts as he squeezed them, plucking at her nipples until both were standing erect and taut and pulsing with keen sensation.

  That was when she remembered that it wasn't just Ulrich in the room with her. Faolan and Torolf stood just to the side of the two them, their expressions as filled with hunger and intent as Ulrich's.

  Faolan slid a narrow-eyed, challenging look at Ulrich and Torolf.

  Torolf either didn't notice or didn't care. His gaze was rooted to her exposed breasts. His swallow was audible as he gazed upon them, reaching for her almost like a man moving in his sleep.

  A sense of dread came over Sayuri as she watched Torolf's hand come closer, cooling her heated arousal. Images of the three of them fighting over her and ripping each other from limb to limb leapt into her befuddled mind.<
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  Their gazes met for a tense handful of moments. But seconds later, they returned their attentions to her, as if there'd been some silent agreement that had passed between them.

  Faolan stepped closer, his hands slipped upward from her breasts to push the remnants of her shirt from her shoulders and then he slipped his hands down her body to her waist. He turned her so that her back was to Ulrich.

  Ulrich's large powerful hands closed over her shoulders, running down over the length of her arms.

  Then she felt Torolf undoing her pants and pulling them from her hips so that they settled around her ankles. He stood beside the three of them, his hand settling on one of her buttocks, squeezing the cheek in a massaging motion.

  Sayuri's eyes flew wide open as Faolan's hands slipped upward from her waist to cup her breasts. There wasn't adequate enough time for her mind to completely acknowledge what was happening and then panic accordingly.

  Ulrich grabbed her by her arms. Lifting them above her head, he then curled them about his neck.

  Instinctively, she arched her back at the pull of pressure along her arms and shoulders. When she tried to twist her head around to look behind her to see what Ulrich was doing, Faolan caught her jaw in his steely grip, tipped her head back against Ulrich's shoulder and bent his head to align his mouth with hers.

  As the three of them shifted closer, pinning her between their bodies, chaos inside of her was paramount.

  Even as Faolan's mouth laid seige to Sayuri's senses, forcing her mind to focus on the forceful persuasion of his lips and tongue as he assaulted her mouth, the suckling and nipping assault of Torolf's mouth along one arm to the sensitive crook shifted her focus in his direction. And when Faolan moved against her, plastering his rock hard chest and abs along hers and moving his hips to caress her pussy with the hard length of his cock, she felt the heated touch of Ulrich's body all along her back, felt his pulsating cock digging into the cleft of her ass and lifting her harder against Faolan's erection.

  Sayuri went into sensory overload from the barrage of her senses from seemingly every direction simultaneously. After only minutes of their sweet assault, she began to get the feeling that she was on fire from the inside out. She was unable to catch her breath, she couldn't keep track of who the hands and mouths moving over her with feverish, trembling need belonged to beyond awareness of the location that lit up with fiery sensation at each caress. She groaned and shook, buffered by their bodies, on fire with both her own heat and theirs.